October 24, 2023
When the entire world seems to be crumbling apart, perhaps what we need to practice is simply a different perspective, a turn of our lens. When we can slow down enough to become observant; when we choose to listen to what beckons; when we pay attention to what has been trying to whisper to us, we may be surprised at how interconnected this world truly is.
Perception
in the dimming hours
of this autumn’s day
six black-eyed susans
settle in a small bud vase
shadows and light
a dozen saffron petals
expand like rays of sun
from the dark russet eye
that even now
while all else fades
creates seeds to be blown
into a future
by God’s own breath
shadows and light
six black-eyed susans
reflect my own heart
my own dark russet eye
what seeds I possess
to be blown
into a future
by God’s own breath
in the dimming hours
of this autumn’s day
(c) Rosemary McMahan
Photo credit: Rosemary McMahan

I’m grateful for your reminder of “God’s own breath.”
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